I don’t know if this is something people say in other countries, but in my country, there’s this common cliché or “wisdom” where adults will assure you that the people who picked on you in environments like school will universally develop lives of hardship later on, one way or another getting into mayhem.
I asked my mother one day what happened to all those people growing up. I can sense she may have been sugar coating it, but she said something along the lines of “well, I waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and became a teacher, and waited some more, and finally watched as my bullies had to go into retirement five years late, yay” (okay, not really like that, but it might as well have been).
Yeah, common theme in my experience that what we hope for is never “that” set in stone. No matter where in the community (or even long-distance communicating) you knew them from, based on life, how much approximate correspondence do you associate with that mindset in the first paragraph?
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Fuck me if I know what any of them are doing with their lives. Part of me sure wishes that the shitty people from my past are getting what’s coming to them, but also what difference does it make to me what karmic justice may or may not await them.
My life is objectively better than when I had to deal with their shit. Why waste my mental energy on them?
Not sure about all of them, as I don’t want them in my life. But I found out by chance that one of them became a social worker. I saw another in an acceptance exam to an academic program, he failed, I got in.
Having receieved lessons of the social worker field, it always scares me to think old bullies are filling in the roles.
I mean, it’s possible that’s remorse, education, acceptance, and repentance at work.
Not all bullies are really bad people at heart … some just have a bad home life and nobody to teach them healthy outlets or how to make friends.
Not just that though, but depending on where you live, social workers themselves can be the bullies. In particular, in the US, the CPS, a branch of social services, is perhaps the epitome of capitalistic abuse. They make a living by framing people for domestic abuse messes and ruining everyone’s lives when society is peaceful. Social services is as corrupt as gains will motivate them to make it.
People who were bullies in high school earn more on average. I’d say they are probably doing better.
One was in a car accident, ended up a quadriplegic.
Another one, last I saw, he was pumping my gas.
How would I know? I left my hometown.
I did see my high school bully occasionally in college. I was in my 5th year of undergrad and he looked like a grad student. But I was usually walking from my fwb’s dorm to class, so i was doing plenty fine myself.
I hope these people are better and happier but I don’t care to find out.
I have no idea, I don’t hang out with bullies.
This thread reeks of Facebook user problems
I met one of the guys again who bullied me in school. He was a junkie, begging for money at the train station.
How did you two react to seeing each other with him in that state of being?
I recognized him. I doubt he recognized me. I ignored him.
I’m friends with them! 😃 People can change, and they’re nothing like their former selves. They understood that acting rude to me and others when we were kids was a wrong thing to do and now they’re just regular nice people who are super chill!
The biggest asshole at my primary school got shot by a woman he was living with when he was like 19.
That was quick.
My grandma came in with a hot take on this.
“If she was a bitch at 17, she is a bitch at 70.”
There was pretty much only one guy I knew as a kid who was actually a bad person, rather than just another kid with all of the emotional instability and executive dysfunction that entails.
He wound up raping his girlfriend, shooting her, and then when the cops responded to a report of the gun shot he pulled a gun on them and got himself shot by the police.
Definitely thought this was going to be about the other kind of baddies, in which case the answer is generally “they’re married, with kids”.
Wait, what kind were you thinking of?
It’s also slang for hot people
I don’t even remember the names of most of my bullies.
A few years ago, my baddie killed himself. No idea what was happening in his life at the time. I hadn’t seen him since high school, which was 25 years ago. I saw the obituary and thought it was surprising and interesting, but didn’t feel bad, or good about it in any way.
One died in a car accident, the other main one had a lot of babies who now have their own babies. I moved continents and changed my name through marriage before I opened any social media accounts, so I have no idea what happened to the bulk of them.
